The darkness is awake

Chapter One

The grass beneath my feet was soggy and rather chilly. I could feel the wind cut right through my light jacket. The morning mist made my nose stuffy, but it wasn't hard to breathe. The cold morning air filled my lungs and just like that I was sitting shivering. As usual all I see is black. I will never see what everyone has described to be so beautiful. I hear the footsteps of Lacey come sneaking up behind me. I start to say, you can't scare me. It still puzzled her to how I could hear just about any noise that was made round me. She was a gift from god, through her I see. Or at least that's what she says. In her eyes she saw me as a nonjudgmental person, but how could I be? I mean I can't judge your face or body. I can only judge your personality and kindness. As I begin to stand up from sitting on the grass. She started laughing, I'm assuming because my shorts are soaked. I can tell we are by the forest. I can hear the ruffling of leaves and squirrels running and jumping to gather nuts for the winter. It's already getting cold and soon the land will be filled with flaky cold frozen water. It's my least favorite time of year because we can't go on runs like such as this morning. They are the most uplifting part of my life. Lacey just laughs, she says most hate running and dread it. Running in an open field is the only time I don't have to fear running into something or someone. As we got into her car she drove me home. We talked about some winter plans. I told her I would love to go do something new. Just getting to go to new cities and meeting new people made me happy. As the car slowed down I had realized we must be to the house. I stepped out of her car and I felt the solid asphalt. I hated living in the city. I wished I had lived out in the country like I did as a child. I twisted the door knob three times and opened the door. I have done this ever since I was seven. You never open a door without turning the knob three times. I walk in and take my shoes off and hang my coat up. I can hear Miss Nancy ruffling around in the kitchen. She always makes me a cup of tea with one table spoon of cream. I have never had a better cup of tea than hers. Ever since she rearranged the house I have a hard time finding the right places to sit and such, but I manage to find my chair. She asked me how my run was. I told her it was great as usual. It seemed like a normal day but there was something out of place it was as I had precognition. As I mumbled on about all of today's wonders, all of a sudden I stopped. I heard Miss Nancy starting to walk over to the table. All of a sudden the footsteps stopped. I sensed that there was two people in the room. At this point I wasn't sure what to do. I heard the glass mug shatter all over the floor. Miss Nancy yelled out "run Annabel run" I got up and turned for the door, all of a sudden I had fallen to the floor and I couldn't move. I was frozen in pain. I could feel the blood pouring out of the middle of my right ribcage. I could now feel the floor vibrate from the footsteps that appeared to be right at my side. I could feel him pondering, contemplating whether to kill me or let me suffer a painful death. I heard the footsteps get further away till there was no one in the room. I know I have to get up. If I don't I will die. I put my hands down in the puddle of blood. I put all of my body weight onto them and I lifted a couple inches, my hands kept slipping. Till all at once I stood. Not well but I struggled over to the phone and dialed nine one one. It was weird because no matter how I dialed it the call wouldn't go through. At this point I have to think quickly. Not only for my sake but I have no idea how Miss Nancy is. I find the door, I proceed to limp and stumble out the door. I have never felt this extreme of pain before but I must fight through it. I could sense people beginning to crowd around me. Was I not standing anymore? I can't feel my legs. I could feel someone crouch down beside me and ask what happened. I seemingly was able to get a few words out that were along the lines of "check on my friend, she lives right there. House two thirty three." I can't remember anything far after that because my senses and memory went absent after that. I woke by hearing bells ringing and right away could feel a sense of sadness in the room. I heard sniffles which I slowly realized was sobbing. Better described as Laceys tears and sobbing. She always made me laugh as she cried because she sort of snorted. She has a rather nasal voice so it didn't really surprise me. I mumbled "Lacey cakes". My whole body was pain filled. I couldn't move. Breathing was agonizing. As soon as I spoke even if it was low and hardly even a breath. She heard it, she rushed to my side. I searched the tension to find if the sobbing was now pleasant or still out of sadness. It was a bit of both. I saved my energy for a moment and then began to speak, pushing through the pain I managed to get the words "what happened" to fully be spoken. I could feel the mood instantly change, it wasn't a sadness anymore. It was a feeling of worry and pity. She gathered her words and said "the doctor thinks you shall rest, your heart is very weak right now and unneeded stress is to be avoided." I limply moved my hand to rest on top of hers. I told her "everything will be okay, they always are." She is the only person who didn't think of me as broken because of being blind. Now she defiantly thinks I'm broken, I even think I'm broken. She fought back tears and said "yes, I suppose you're right." I could tell she was lying, I hate when people do that. I'm not a fragile child anymore. Everyone looks past the fact I'm twenty six, I can handle my emotions. That was the last thing I thought as I fell into a deep sleep.